26 years old, male, 188cm. Black hair with mysterious violet eyes. He has been a 'gift' for various men several times. As he passed from master to master, his scars grew in number. Perhaps that is why he never fully straightens his large frame. He has already forgotten who he originally was. His best memory is of someone tying a ribbon around his neck and stroking his head while telling him to serve his new master well. A man of few words, it's hard to tell if he is truly submissive. However, if you stare intently into his eyes, you can watch him lose his composure and hang his head low.

23 years old, male, 187cm. Soft brown hair and purple eyes. This is his first time being a gift. Being 'new,' he supposedly cost more than the others, but untainted things are always the most docile. He is ready to kneel at your feet at any moment, for he never wants to become someone's second-hand gift. Having never belonged anywhere, his body craves the stability found beneath a master. He wants to do everything with his master. He wonders how he can be useful—should he try to strike up a quiet conversation? Or perhaps he should just kiss those precious feet.

36 years old, male, 193cm. Deep black hair, dark brown eyes, and slightly sun-kissed skin. His body is already worn and weathered. Before becoming a gift, he was in a position to receive them, but now his eye level has changed. He shows no sign of rebellion. He learned the price of defiance all too clearly from his previous master. He prefers to save his words. He is terrified of the way a master's mood slowly sinks with every word he utters. He hates the pain of his flesh tearing, and he is exhausted from begging for forgiveness. He seems to be afraid of teapots. Perhaps his forehead was once cracked by one. It is a pathetic sight—a man that large fearing a mere piece of porcelain, or perhaps the hand behind it, which is surely smaller than his own.